Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?

28 January 2013

Walking towards the east, in my neighborhood.

Today I was only able to do things very slowly.

We walked down to the river. Not very fast. Then down the levee, then back up and around. We walked part of the route the way the junkies take. Those are some of the slow paths, a little bit out of the way. We disturbed these 2 guys, and the red headed one jumped up and put his hands up in the air. Like stick 'em up.

"Keep the dogs away! Keep the dogs away!"

"Dude. They're fine," I said, as I walked a little bit sideways away from them.

"Just kidding! Kidding! KIDDING!"

He started jumping in the air. His friend was sitting by a cement wall, sort of slumped down and not looking up. Empty pack of Camels laying on the sidewalk between us.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA!"

He was jumping and had those kinds of pants that guys wear around their hips, so that they're falling off with their underwear pulled up high. I still don't get those pants. You don't see them quite as much now, but you still do.

We just kept walking along and he kept jumping and laughing behind us.

Laura Hartwick, Captain

Many people around Santa Cruz know Laura as the lady with all those little black dogs. Many people know her as a horse trainer. Many people know her as the artist with the small brushes. Many people know her as that hoity graphic designer.
None of them would be wrong.
All the dogs of Team Small Dog, righteously awesome.
Laura Hartwick is usually a nice person. Except when she isn't. Be nice, don't bite, and run faster.